for some strange reason
i can feel my heart bleeding
for life, i am pleading
with death i am proceeding

this fake life that im leading
has got me asking for meaning
this isnt me, but its what im being

broken bridges between me and you
theres something i forgot to do
i forgot to make it up to you
after all the **** ive put you through

i still love you,baby  its true
in the end, all i need is you
and i know you still need me too
no matter what i'll always be here

i didn't mean to make you feel like you disappeared
i didnt mean to make our relationship queer
or to make you feel like you shouldn't be here
cause i want you to know, i love you my dear

please dont leave me alone in the dark
our love might be dead, but it can respark
our fire was huge, our ashes very stark
if you asked you to marry me, whats your remark

dont leave me standin here no  more
please please dont walk out that door
know our love hit bottom, but we can make it sore
when we split, my heart just tore

i promised you id make it up
i didnt mean to get mad and blow up
baby dont tell me twice, i know i ****** up
it didnt happen the way i set it up

well now imm put your finger through this ring
make the wedding singer sing
***, imma take you under my wing
cause now baby we're back on the upswing(:

The truth inside is a dying flame.
It flickers faintly
like an echo of days long ago
politely passing through.
Though warmth still radiates
and cradles the soul,
charred remains tell a story
of a fire that once burnt
so much brighter.

You may fuel the flame,
fan it, respark it,
or even start it over from scratch,
but nothing compares to that first encounter
that set the world and time ablaze
right before your eyes.

We gather around it
though faces and places
are ever changing;
the songs and spirits
dancing through the air
flirt with the familiar
and comfort this sense
of wasted time.

In every truth is a lie,
like light bound to a flame,
and you are powerless
as the story unfolds
and nature does as it does:
it keeps moving along.